Children grow up thinking the adult world is ordered, rational, fit for purpose. It’s crap. Becoming a man is realising that it’s all rotten. Realising how to celebrate that rottenness, that’s freedom.
You’re a grown man. And grown men don’t hide behind lies.
It is so fun to watch grown men play with their toys.
When you’re young, people have to do everything for you, and then you grow up and you become a man and people rely on you.
Grown-ups get it backwards sometimes.
Being grown’s got a price. Kid gets slapped when he’s bad. When you’re grown, you get the fist. Or the knife.
As adults, we never try new things because it just becomes so easy to keep doing the same exact thing with the same exact people. Who doesn’t want easy? Who doesn’t wanna just f***ing be okay?
